A well-known-around-Adelaide man, a regular customer of mine, is a writer for our Sunday paper. His articles are often funny, insightful, and sometimes thought provoking.
He also works at our local ABC station.
A couple of days ago, Peter invited me to do a casual chat type radio interview. He thought I'd make a good story. Interesting listening. I wasn't so sure.
Hummed and hahhed a bit, then decided to jump in and do it. What the heck! How bad could it be? I've learned how to talk to people, thanks to being a checkout chook; surely I wouldn't trip over my own tongue too much?
Well, today was the day. Wet and windy weather, just the way I like it, as I caught a bus into the city, then another out to the ABC building.
I was greeted by Peter and Amy, made to feel very comfortable, and in no time at all I was chatting away like I never thought I could. We spoke briefly about my growing up in Port Pirie, moving to Murray Bridge, then eventually to Adelaide. We spoke about jobs I'd had and how I came to be a checkout chook.
Peter is quite funny and we laughed a lot. He's very good at putting people at ease. Thanks Peter, I was nervous.
We also discussed my blog, which he has read. He was very encouraging about my writing, which I tend to think of as random ramblings.
Now, I haven't told my real life friends and family about my blog, but I did mention to one daughter that I'd be doing the radio interview. If she listens in when it's finally aired, the cat will be out of the bag.
So here's my little dilemma. Should I tell them? Or should I wait and see if they find out?
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